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"Brother Zhou, looking at you like this, it won't be that you went out to be a thief last night!"

Sikong Tu, a sworn friend on the side, looked at Zhou Zheng's languishing appearance and said with some concern.

"Heh......" Zhou Zheng first yawned long before rubbing his eyes and said.

"Let you not sleep at night, try to copy the surname of the hundred families ten times!"

Zhou Zheng swore that he would never sigh casually about life in the future, and last night he just imagined that Lu Bu would pretend to be forced after a while.

After imagining it, I read the miscellaneous books such as "History of Zhou", "Rites", "Music" and "Poems" according to the old rules, combined with the memory in the body, to have a good understanding of this era.

It wasn't until the system suddenly released the task that I remembered that I still had ten hundred surnames that I hadn't copied.

So when he hurriedly copied the surnames of the hundred families ten times, he found that the sky outside had already become very dark.

This feeling suddenly made Zhou Zheng feel that he seemed to have a feeling of handing in the experimental report before the end of the term, staying up late every day to make up for his homework, and he was not listless the next day.

"Alas, how can Brother Zhou say that you are also a prince, even if you don't write, what can you do! Could it be that the Master will beat you? ”

As a friend of the Sikong disciple, he suddenly came up with a "good idea" for Zhou Zheng, and the friends were eager to pit their teammates more, so naturally the ideas they came up with were all some evil ways

"The master doesn't know how to do anything, but my father doesn't care about my flesh, or I'll say that you did all this?"

As soon as Zhou Zheng finished saying this, Sikong Tu's face suddenly became ugly, if the Son of Heaven knew that he had such a bad idea, although he would not be angry with himself, he would definitely leave a bad impression on the Son of Heaven.

After all, the Son of Heaven is far more authoritative than the Master for these students, and once he is disliked by the Son of Heaven, there is no way to become an official in the future.

"Boss, I didn't say this, and besides, I'm doing it for your good, it's a lot to say that these ten times are a lot of surnames."

Sikong Tu's slightly concerned words fell into Zhou Zheng's ears.

"Many? Hum! For someone like me who loves to learn, if I had to add a deadline to my study time, I'd rather that time limit be 10,000 years! ”

In the end, Zhou Zheng has completely changed into a person, with a righteous and condensed look, although his eyes are not blinking, but this look is completely a good student who loves learning, which is completely different from the previous hippie smile.

Sikong Tu saw that Zhou Zheng's eyes were always blinking, and he thought that Zhou Zheng had committed some disease.

"Boss, why are your eyes blinking all the time and getting into the sand?"

, what kind of little brother did I receive? Why don't you even have this bit of eyesight and reaction, damn, this time you ask for more blessings, the master can't save you.

Sikong Tu didn't notice Zhou Zheng's eyes, and still said with a mouth full of flowers, dissuading Zhou Zheng from yearning for the world of flowers, in short, it was to persuade the two of them to skip class together and enjoy the outside world.

"Ahem, that's a good idea." An extremely familiar voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the gushing Sikong disciple.

This voice is not unfamiliar to Sikong Tu, there is a hint of old and strong taste in the old man, and there is a trace of gentleness in his words, who else will have such a tone except for his own old man?

Suddenly, Sikong Tu was like a wild duck that had been choked by the neck, and he could no longer make a call.

Sikong Tu, who turned his head, saw his grandfather, and he was the great Sikong: Sikong Jingsu.

Sikong Jingsu is in charge of the world's fortifications as the great Sikong, and the water conservancy and construction are under the management of Sikong Jingsu.

Since he is in charge of the world's fortifications, Sikong Jingsu naturally has a few brushes, and he is extremely proficient in geometry and science.

But in such a family with a strong academic atmosphere, there is such a grandson as Sikong Tu who does not seek progress, which is really an outlier of the Sikong family.

But Sikong Tu is the only man in Sikong's generation, and everyone in the family looks at it like a baby, so they don't say anything.

Sikong Jingsu just took a deep look at Sikong Tu, then didn't say anything, and walked to the podium.

The students below all know that the main reason why Sikong Jingsu didn't teach his grandson a lesson is because this is in the royal family's class, and it is impossible to say at home.

Many people gave Sikong a look of pity.

Even Zhou Zheng was a little helpless about this, and he made a look gesture to you, why did you still blow hard with the master, and finally saw the master's eyes blinking, you still care about whether the master is blinded by the sand.

I don't want to think about it, where is the sand in this school? After you go back by yourself, ask for more blessings, the master can't help you!

At this moment, Da Sikong has come to the podium, and Da Sikong on the podium looks from a distance, his temples are gray but there is a feeling of being old and strong, and there is no turbidity in his eyes, as if he can see through your heart.

Zhou Zheng knows that this is just an illusion, in front of any person who is in a high position and has made a difference, anyone will have such a feeling of being seen through, this feeling is purely related to personal experience and age.

After Sikong Jingsu walked to the podium, he picked up charcoal and wrote on the bamboo board, and it was not difficult to see from the handwriting that what he learned in this lesson should be the volume of objects.

In this world, it is estimated that the place where Da Sikong can personally serve as a teacher is estimated to be the only royal school in Ho Jing, Zhou Zheng sighed in his heart, and then looked towards the bamboo board.

The content on the bamboo board is very simple, all of them are to find the volume of the cube and the cuboid, such a topic is too simple for Zhou Zheng, it is nothing more than the problem of multiplying the base area by the height.

But the appearance of such a topic in this different time and space was incomprehensible to Zhou Zheng at first, and it was not until after reading "History of Zhou" that Zhou Zheng suddenly understood that his ancestor King Zhou Ding must be a time-traveler like himself.

Otherwise, how could King Zhou Ding come up with so much knowledge, invention and measurement units that only he had in the time and space he was originally in.

"Volume refers to the amount of space that something occupies; And we can calculate the size of this thing by a certain method......"

Sikong Jing's majestic voice suddenly spread in the classroom.

In Zhou Zheng's ears, it was all about how to find volume, and this kind of pediatric talk still needs to be listened to.

After a long time, Sikong Jingsu on the stage finally finished saying a lot of words, and then pointed to the bamboo board behind.

"This is the homework for this class, and I will turn it in before the end of class."

After looking at the title on the bamboo board, Zhou Zhenger didn't say a word and immediately wrote it in his notebook.

Can such a simple question still bother me?